Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

by Dayna, Bethany

  “Steve Evans.”

  Steve stopped in his tracks. The cart continued to roll forward and bumped into him, not enough to knock him down but enough to make him stagger. Or maybe it was just hearing his name coming from that voice. Like Pavlov’s dog, he cringed whenever he heard it, because it had always been a prelude to something terrible. This time, however, Steve didn’t feel fear. He felt annoyed. “Yes,” he said at last. He faced James again. “Congratulations. I wasn’t sure you’d actually remember me.”

  “You were one of those science geeks. I kinda wondered what happened to you.”

  Steve raised his eyebrows at that remark. “Why? Because I was your favorite whipping boy?” He didn’t care, now, if James remembered how he used to pick on Steve mercilessly. “Well, maybe I should thank you for the shit you put me through. Surviving a zombie apocalypse is nothing compared to surviving years of daily beat-downs from James Stanasila.” He threw up his hands. “Of course, my luck being what it is, the one place I come to for sanctuary – and look who’s here! I could have gone the rest of my life never seeing you again, even entertaining gleeful thoughts of how you were shredded by undead mutants, but nooo.” He shook his head. “Of all the warehouse stores in the world, you had to work at this one.”

  James seemed a little taken aback by Steve’s sudden rant. He recovered quickly, however. “Yeah?” he sneered. “Well, if you don’t like it, dweeb, maybe you should go on back home to your mommy and daddy.” He feigned a gasp and pressed his hand to his mouth. “Oh, wait…you can’t.” James’ lip curled into a vicious smirk. “Because they’re dead.”

  It felt like a punch to the gut. For a moment, Steve couldn’t breathe. He held back the tears, though, refusing to show any weakness, and stared at James as an icy rage built up inside him. “And you should change your last name to ‘Schadenfreude.’ It suits you.” At James’ puzzled scowl, Steve snapped, “It means ‘someone who takes pleasure in other people’s suffering!’” He shook his head in contemptuous awe. “Wow. You really are stupid. How did you ever manage to graduate from high school? You did graduate, right?”

  “I am not stupid!”

  “No, you’re just ignorant,” Steve fired back. “There’s a difference. Not that you’d know.”

  “You mouthy little faggot!” James advanced on Steve, fists clenched. “I should fuckin’ throw you out, right now!”

  Steve smirked, unfazed by the threat. “You won’t do that.”

  “Wanna bet?”

  “You need me,” Steve said. Once upon a time, he had cringed in fear in James’ imposing presence. Now, he stared at the bigger man with cool defiance. “You don’t know the first thing about survival. You’d wind up drinking antifreeze because you don’t know how to set up a water filtration system.” He nodded to the bandage on James’ arm. “You could cut yourself worse than that and die of sepsis because you don’t even know basic First Aid. Face it: without me, you will die.”

  “Oh, yeah?” James challenged. “Well, you need me.”

  Steve let out a short, derisive laugh. “Really? Okay. So, show of hands: who here crossed a town crawling with zombies – alone, I might add, with just a revolver and a night stick as his only weapons?” He raised his own hand. “And now, let’s see who barricaded himself in a building and is too chicken-shit to go outside?” He lowered his hand but lifted an expectant eyebrow at James, who scowled and looked away. Steve snorted. “Admit it.” He jabbed a thumb at his chest. “The scrawny, nerdy homo you picked on for two years in high school is actually better at this than you are. Now, deal with it.”

  Snatching up his backpack and one of the lanterns, Steve stomped off. He needed to put some space between them for a while, because let’s face it: they were going to be stuck together for a while. Steve sure as hell wasn’t going to leave, and he wasn’t a heartless bastard to drive James out. Besides…they did need each other. Steve had the brains but James had the muscle. It was going to take some time but they would have to call a truce and just coexist as best as possible.

  The stench of dried zombie viscera on his clothes was getting to Steve. Circling around through the clothing department, he located some things in his sizes – shirt, jeans, and underwear. From there, he made his way back to Health and Beauty where he found some boxes of pre-moistened wipes. He dropped everything and began to strip. It wasn’t a shower, or even a bath, but it was good enough for now. Steve finished rubbing himself down with the talcum-scented cloths and wrinkled his nose. Well, smelling like a baby’s clean butt was better than stinking like road kill on a summer’s day. He reached for a towel to dry off his still-damp skin – and jumped when he found James standing a few feet away, staring at him. “Jesus!” Steve said, and fumbled to cover himself. His heart raced, anger quickly replacing surprise. “What the hell – were you watching me?”

  James faltered, tried to find something to say. Finally, he scowled and fired back, “Fuck you!” before turning around to storm away.

  “Fuck me?” Steve shook his head and gave an amused snort. “You like looking at naked guys, James?” he called out, and noticed when James paused for a second before continuing his retreat. Steve blinked. Did I just hit a nerve? Setting his jaw, he dropped the towel and hurried after James. When he couldn’t catch up, Steve stopped and hurled a taunt. “You wouldn’t be running away if it wasn’t the truth!”

  He saw James turn a corner around the end of the aisle. That way led to a dead end, which meant James would have to come back…or Steve would just have to go after him. He rounded the shelving to find James pacing like a caged bear near the wall. Steve huffed a laugh and folded his arms across his chest. “Well,” he said, and James froze but didn’t look at him. “All those years, calling me a homo…what’s the saying? ‘We know our own kind?’”

  James’ head snapped around, blue eyes flashing even in the dim light. His nostrils flared, his breath rushing in and out rapidly, like an engine building up steam. “Second year of high school,” he spat out, “my brother caught me jerkin’ it to gay porn I found online. He told our folks, and they threw me out. My grandma took me in, but she was real strict. She said if I was queer, I’d be out on the street.”

  “So you had to be all tough,” Steve said, nodding. “Had to pick on the gay guys at school to prove you weren’t one of them.” Empowered by this knowledge, he began to close in on James. James backed away from him but he had nowhere to go. Steve smiled. “Big, dangerous man…showing off for your friends…and all along, you were probably wondering how you could get into my pants.” Steve shrugged his bare shoulders. “Probably wanted me all along.” He stopped right in front of James, gazed up at him for a moment. “Well? Here’s your chance, James.” He leaned in, whispering the words he so often heard said to him when he was being bullied.

  “On your knees, bitch, and suck my cock.”

  James snarled and lashed out. Steve gasped as he was spun around and shoved up against the wall. He braced himself for one of those meaty fists to land a punch to his face. What he did not expect was to watch as James dropped to his knees right in front of him. A hot, sweaty hand closed around the base of his cock and then Steve felt the wet heat of full lips wrapping around the head. “Shit!” Steve choked out. He looked down, stunned by the sight of the man who had been his nemesis for so long, now swallowing his dick like a starving dog. As pleasure began to overtake shock, Steve relaxed and let out a groan. “Oh, fuck…fuck, yes.” He raised a hand, burrowed his fingers into the thick, unruly mass of James’ hair. “Yeah,” Steve panted, and thrust his hips forward. “Eat it…eat my cock like you always wanted.”

  And James did. He moved his hands to Steve’s hips and pulled them forward, encouraging Steve to fuck his mouth. All the pent-up tension shifted to arousal. Steve held onto James’ head and thrust wildly. James groaned around his mouthful. He pulled off once, gasping, and dove down to suck at Steve’s balls. Licking his way back up the shaft, he reclaimed it, sucked it down to the root. Betwee
n that mouth and those thick, rough hands, he soon had Steve going over the edge. “Oh fuck, you son of a bitch – yes!” Steve shouted, and emptied out his full load down James’ throat.

  He was grateful for James putting him against the wall. Steve needed it for support as his knees threatened to give out. “Wow,” he said, when he could talk again. Real profound, there, Steve. Your first blow job and all you can say is “Wow.” Lifting his head, he looked down at James, still kneeling in front of him, and smiled. “You’re pretty good at that. And you got that from watching gay porn?”

  James’ eyes narrowed but one corner of his mouth twitched upward. “Told you I wasn’t stupid.” He climbed to his feet. “So – you gonna return the favor?”

  The question made Steve laugh. “Excuse me,” he said, “but I believe I’m in charge, now.” He pushed away from the wall, his legs steadier now, and stepped up to James. “You think I should get you off?” Steve looked him over, his gaze landing on the protrusion in the front of the coveralls. He smirked. “Guess you really are hot for me. Or are you just into skinny twinks, in general?”

  “Look – if you’re not gonna do anything, just shut the fuck up,” James snapped. “I’ll go somewhere else and take care of it, myself.”

  “Oh, I don’t think so.” Steve smiled and shook his head. Reaching out, he rubbed his hand over James’ erection, feeling the heat and hardness of it through his clothes. James inhaled brokenly, fists clenching at his sides. “You like that, faggot?” Steve asked, low and silky. “Well? Answer me: do you like it when I grab your dick?”

  James managed a slight nod.

  “You want me to get you off?”

  “Fuck, bitch, you know I do!”

  Steve was loving this. Abruptly, he released James, who cried out in frustration. Steve treated him to a hard smile. “Oh, I’m not through with you, bitch.” Grabbing James by the front of his uniform, Steve pulled him along back through the aisles until he found the Personal Lubricants. “Here.” He tossed a three-pack of KY at James, who caught it against his chest. “Move.”

  “Where are we going?” James asked, even as he started walking.

  “Right over here.” They reached the Home Furnishings area. Steve stopped James in front of one of the display recliners. “All right,” he said, appropriating the lubricant. “Strip.”

  James didn’t move. “Why?” he asked, wary. “What are you gonna do?”

  “You’ve wanted this sweet ass for years, right?” Steve reached up and grasped the pull tab on the front of James’ coveralls. Slowly, he drew it downward, to his waist, and pushed it open. James wore a white T-shirt underneath. Steve ran his hand up the front of it. Reaching the collar, he twisted up a fistful of cloth and gave it a sharp tug. “Well, today’s your lucky day – because today, you’re going to get it.”

  He released James, giving a little push that made the big guy stagger a bit, and stood back. “Well?” Steve said, arching one eyebrow. “I don’t see you getting naked. What’s the matter, tough guy? Afraid of letting the little homo see your dick?”

  “Shut up,” James said with a scowl.

  “No,” Steve fired back. He pointed a finger at James. “You don’t get to tell me what to do, anymore. I took a lot of shit from you over the years, a lot of grief, because you couldn’t deal with what you are. But tonight, I’m going to get you to say it.”

  “Look, I already sucked your dick, all right?” James said, sounding defensive. “I know what that makes me, okay?”

  Steve shook his head. “Not until you admit it, out loud. Not until the words come from that pretty, cock-sucking mouth.” He leveled a stern look at James that said he was done with this bullshit. “Clothes. Off.”

  James pouted and huffed, but at last he began to undress. He sat down in the chair to untie and remove his work boots. Standing up again, he shed the coveralls – careful of Steve’s bandage job on his arm -- and peeled off his tee, revealing a chiseled body born of hard labor. Broad shoulders and muscular arms. Well-defined pecs and abs covered by a sleek layer of black hair that flowed down his torso and disappeared into his waistband. James dropped the shirt and started on his jeans. He focused on the floor as he popped the button.

  “Look at me,” Steve ordered. James brought his gaze up and they locked eyes. Steve smiled. “That’s right. You’re going to keep looking at me, too.” He marveled at the fact that he didn’t have to issue any ultimatums, didn’t have to make any threats. He just told James what to do, using the same tone James had used on him in school. If that made Steve a bully, so be it – James needed a dose of his own medicine, and Steve was more than happy to administer it.

  Once he was naked, James covered himself with his big hands. Steve pursed his lips and shook his head. With another heavy sigh, James dropped his arms to his sides. Steve smiled and turned his attention to the cock he once felt pressed against his face through a pair of old Levis. God, it was beautiful. Thick and uncut, it hung between James’ powerful thighs accompanied by a pair of heavy, hairy balls. Steve licked his lips. He started to salivate the moment he saw that gorgeous dick, and now all he could think about was how badly he wanted it in his mouth. Oh, I need to taste that.

  With an imperious clearing of his throat, Steve indicated the recliner. “Sit,” he said. James dropped into the chair and looked up at him, waiting for his next command. Look at that – he can be taught. Strolling over, Steve placed his hands on James’ thighs and pushed them open. “Don’t take your eyes off me,” he warned. “If I catch you looking away, I’ll stop. I’ll leave your balls so blue you won’t be able to walk. You got that?”

  James nodded slowly.

  Steve sank to the cool concrete floor on his knees and positioned himself between James’ splayed legs. Hard muscle quivered under his touch as he ran his palms over James’ body to his broad, heaving chest. Steve glanced up to make sure he still had James’ full attention. He was not disappointed. James’ full lips pressed together in a tight line, his jaw clenching and unclenching, but eyes were open. Steve could see a mix of anticipation and apprehension in that brooding glare. He wants this. Steve smiled. As much as I do.

  Raking his fingers down James’ torso again, Steve carded through the sleek, black hair until he reached the dense bush surrounding that huge, veiny cock. Leaning in, he inhaled. There was that mysterious scent again, the one he remembered from high school. It was more pungent without the barriers of cloth to inhibit it. Steve buried his nose in crisp, curly pubes and breathed deep. James squirmed and grunted. Steve glanced up at him. “What’s your problem, pussy?” he asked, using another of James’ favorite words. “Afraid of having your dick sucked?”

  “No,” James retorted, “just wondering if you’re a prick-tease.”

  “And what if I was?” Steve darted his tongue out and swiped along James’ cock. He watched the organ jump a little in response. “Boy, that would really suck, wouldn’t it?” He blew cool air across the wet stripe and James shivered. “It would be a cruel thing to do, though…to get you all hard…” Steve gathered the big dick in his hand and gave it a few languid strokes, catching the foreskin with his thumb and dragging it down to expose the darkening tip. “Get you up, but not…off.” He kept pumping, and could feel it firming in his grip. James bit his lip in a lame attempt to stifle a whimper – a sound that thrilled Steve to hear. “You want me to suck your cock, James?”

  James nodded again, sweat breaking out across his face. “Yes,” he blurted. His hands gripped the chair’s padded arm rests, knuckles going white with the flexing of his fingers.

  “I’m sorry?” Steve angled his head, turning his ear toward James. “I didn’t quite catch that. What is it you want me to do, now?” He waited, thoroughly enjoying every moment of the torment he inflicted upon the older man. When he received no immediate reply, Steve loosened his fingers and sighed. “All right…I guess I’ll go find something else to do…”

  “Fuckin’ suck my cock!” James growled, cutting St
eve off – and then he added in a choked, almost despairing whisper, “Please.”

  “That’s what I needed to hear.” Obligingly, Steve took James into his mouth. He couldn’t deep-throat it the way James had done for him, so he used his hands to make up for it. Steve knew enough about anatomy and his own personal explorations how to stimulate the prostate by massaging the perineum. James seemed to like that, judging by the way his moans got louder and more desperate. Pre-cum started to flow across Steve’s tongue. That told him James was close. Time for the final phase. Pulling off abruptly, Steve heard James cry out in denial.

  “You little shit! You told me –“

  “Shut up,” Steve said. He licked his lips to catch the excess saliva that clung to them as he reached for the lever on the side of the recliner. “I’m not through with you, yet.” With one push, he had James horizontal, legs elevated by the foot rest, the back of the chair now at an incline. Steve retrieved the package of KY from the floor and extracted one tube of the lubricant. “I think you’re going to like this part.” Smiling, he climbed up onto the chair and straddled James, his bare ass planted on those powerful thighs. He uncapped the tube and squeezed a generous amount of gel into his palm. Setting the rest aside, he began rubbing his hands together. “Keep watching.” By now, he didn’t even have to say it – James could not take his eyes off him. Steve wrapped one slick fist around James’ cock and started jacking it again. That earned him a long, low groan of approval. Pleased, Steve reached around behind himself and pushed two slippery fingers up his own ass.